Trashed, Lost & Strungout

Once again, falling on the trail walking blind trade nothing
Discretion is low
It's hard to breath, taking yourself in honor I should know how low I can go

Before I go high, I'm very down
But I'll be going after it, again and again

You know I can't go the other way without being trashed lost and strung-out
When together try something going back to the question that's, "What will knock me out?"

Before I go high, I'm very down
And I'll be going after it, again and again

Come on

Maybe I should've fuckin' trashed my life
But for that I'm gonna turn to you
And the trashed people askin' my head until I sweat
Now tell me what the fuck to do

Why did it get to the point where I could do
Nothing but try and be strung-out on you
Let me drown, way deep down below
For the fleeting past to let go
Until the end I raise like a battering ram
Looking at my own reflection
Forever I shall kiss you goodbye
To kill my soul addiction

Before I walk I hit the ground
Then you know me for I get very down
Up yours and next you tell me, "Fucking whore"
And I'll be going after it, more and more

Why did it get to the point where I could do
Nothing but try and be strung-out on you
Let me drown, way deep down below
For the fleeting past to let go
Until the end I raise like a battering ram
Looking at my own reflection
Forever I shall kiss you goodbye
To kill my soul addiction